Sunday, October 31, 2010

Today is the day

Today is the day of victory.
The day of keeping promises.
And holding onto memories.

Remembering yesterday,
yet living for today.

Today is the day everything is alright.
Today is the day I stand up and fight.

Thursday, October 21, 2010


Silence is a best friend.

When you go to a quiet place, you really calm down and forget all the noise of life. It's really magical when you walk into a room and all you can hear is the sound of

  • your own heart beat,
  • your breathing,
  • your loud thoughts,
  • your slow footsteps

It's even more magical if the room is big and you can hear the echo.

As much as silence can make you feel alone, it is just so, so empowering.

Friday, October 15, 2010

The Final Message

From: Megan Kent
To: Brenda Kent
Subject: The final message


I understand you don't want to talk to me, or see me, or even hear anything about me ever again. You probably won't read this email, but I am sending it anyway, in case, five years from now, you decided to skim the many unread messages in your inbox from me. I sent you many emails before, but I think this one sums all that I want you to know.

I never meant to hurt you. I know I did, but I never intended to. I know how much you needed this "scholarship" or whatever you call it. I know you have been planning your entire life to go to college and I ruined it in a blink of an eye. I know you won't believe me, but I had no idea those "college people" were coming over our house the other day. I was surprised to see a stranger dressed in black at our kitchen. That's why I hit him on the head with Mom's new kitchen utilities. I'm so so so sorry, Brenda, but I thought he was a robber!! You may think I watch too many crime movies. Yes, I do and I am willing to stop watching them forever if you give me another chance.

Look, Brenda. Mom told me the guy is fine and is checking out of the hospital the next week. Please, don't sweat it. I am sure there are plenty of other colleges who are willing to accept someone as special as you. If they don't (which WON'T happen), it's their loss.

Finally, I want you to know that people make mistakes because they are human and they should be given another chance. Please, forgive me, Bren.

From your baby sister who is so sorry and loves more than you can possibly imagine,

PS- Don't read the message I sent you before this one. It doesn't make sense.
PSS- The reason why the subject of this email is "the final message" is because I won't bother you anymore with my messages. I am leaving after two hours to California with Kelly and her family and I won't be back till the end of the month.
PSSS- I LOVE YOU!! I really do!

Brenda finished reading the email and felt her heart break as she remembered her dear little sister. She hadn't seen her in two weeks. She hadn't spoken to her in a month. She had been treating her so bad since the mentioned incident.

"I forgive you, Meg," she whispered, "I love you, too!"

Brenda then hit the reply button and started typing.

Sunday, October 10, 2010

Wake up. It's midnight.

I wake up in the middle of the night disturbed. Why? Tomorrow is a big day, a turning point in my life, so I am basically nervous. I am unable to return to sleep, so I get up and reach for the wall as I try to find my way towards the kitchen. I am walking really slowly in fear of tripping on a chair or something. The wall disappears. This is the doorway, I suppose. I move my hand up on the wall before the doorway. I find the switch. I turn it on. My eyes are forced to half-close as the light is intense. The kitchen is a mess. My brother didn't wash the dishes after the "meeting" he had with those football players last night. I look away from the sink and I turn my gaze to the fridge. Its door was ajar. He'll never learn, will he? I think, as I remember the sight of my brother, a walking mess, after he comes home from the football practice.

I open the fridge door completely and lean my head towards the fridge as I search for my small bottle of water. It catches my eye at the edge of the third shelf. I reach out for it and grab it. It is so cold. I slowly remove the lid and start to drink the tooth-aching-cold water. I put the bottle down and turn my attention to the clock. It was a quarter past twelve. Ugh, I will never be able to wake up tomorrow at six. What am I doing? I should be sleeping, dreaming of what was going to happen tomorrow, like normal people.

What am I nervous for? Tomorrow is day, just like today, or yesterday, or any random day from last week. Why am I feeling it was different, beside the fact that it was actually, well, different? Tomorrow is the day of a big event, but does it matter? Does it really matter? If it's going to be exciting, if it is going to be disappointing, will it matter? My life is like a roller coaster ride; after every up there's a down and after every down there's an up. I struggle battles everyday and there's just too much pressure. But what is pressure anyway, other than being that hard weight thrown upon our shoulders that hurts us if we don't perfect? And do we ever perfect? NO, so that is why it's always there. Who cares if things are not "perfect"? Because no matter what we do, they are never "perfect".

I feel those unstoppable Q&A getting chain-linked and a cloud of thoughts is formed in corners of my mind. I was thinking too much. I hate those days, days I'm thinking too much. If I allow my train of never-ending thoughts to go on and on, I will never sleep tonight, not even for ten minutes.

Now, shut up, train of thoughts. I need to sleep. Tomorrow, after all, will be different and I don't care whether it is good different, or bad different, but I want something different, a rush of fresh air to breathe.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010


It doesn't matter
which star is shining brighter.
They are all stars.
We see them clearly,
even though they are very far.

Some stars are blinding.
Some stars are dull.
But they are all shining.
Some people are smiling.
Some people are just standing still.
But they are all charming.

Photo source: Flickr

Magic Wand


I need a magic wand
to fix my broken life.
I would hold it in my hand
all the time to make things right.

My life would be a fairytale,
happy endings AND happy beginnings.
I would be super happy,
and the world would keep on spinning.

When things go wrong,
I would say the magic words.
I would redo things.
I would change the world.

Just give me the magic wand
and I will fix my life.

Photo source: Flickr


Surround yourself with people who inspire you,
things that move you,
things that makes you want to live.
Be the inspiration to a few people.
Make a difference in their lives,
good difference.
Be the reason why success is their best friend,
the reason that big smile is drawn on their faces.

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Unanswered Questions

Why is it that we are working hard to please strangers,
while we ignore the ones we love?
Why is it that we protect others from all kinds of danger,
while we hurt the ones we love?

Is this all what we care about;
Having the best external image?
Having the best reputation?
Being the "perfect one",
when we know we are not perfect?

Why is it we feel loved,
when people you don't even know their names look up to you,
while we are surrounded by dozens of people,
who really care about you?

Why is it we think too much about the future,
picturing it as "the hope",
when hope is far away from what we have inside?
Why is it we say we love who we are, what we have,
but we work hard to hide?

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Wake up call

when things are just not right,
all one needs is
a wake up call,
to wake him up from his deep, deep sleep,
and just put things back to the way it is supposed to be,
the way it used to be.

Sticks & Stones

Even when they throw
sticks & stones
at you,

smile at them
be good to them.

They say revenge is sweet,
but you can "revenge" by throwing kindness at them.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Quick advice to students: about cramming

Sincere advice from me:

Don't try to cram a huge amount of information
into your head,
even if you have the ability to.

It is always better to
divide what you have to study into chunks,
and learn one chunk at a time!